Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

Any big names?
Why, ain't you gonna be in town for a sparrow?
Stick to wrapping them quarters.
Hillbilly, that is.
Well, ain't got no more time for this here small talk.
Bill.
Oh, I work for J.B.
Don't set a place for me, Granny.
Isn't it sweet the way the tellers whistle and stomp their feet?
You don't think Roy has any talent?
How did a boy genius like me get born into this family of hayseeds?
Can you?
Hmm.
Sweethearts, lovers, baby dolls, this is a real great thrill.
Right.
I'll show you how it's done.
When did you leave Bug Tussle, Roy?
You're showing more colors than a red rooster in a pumpkin patch.
This morning.
Oh, you look great.
JB, we'll see you now.
Well, that's life.
I'm awful sorry to hear you're going back home, Roy.
Buddy, I was just telling Miss Hathaway about that beautiful coup de finance you pulled off last evening.
What they call a flesh peddler.
Miss Hathaway, I have some dictation.
You rang, J.B.?
Gee.
I'll get you as quick as I can.
Not times not is not, not, not, not, not, not, and one times not, one times one,
Oh, golly.
I'm gonna be rolling in money.
Rude, but colorful.
Oh, let them in.
Come and listen to my story about a man named Jed, a poor mountaineer, barely kept his family fed.
That's me!
The new crawdad room of the Bug Tussle Biltmore.
I can't keep the whole entertainment industry waiting.
Not yet, J.B.
I done made myself $10,000,000!